Age Equals Wisdom – And Sneakiness
'Over the hill? What hill? I don't remember any hill.'
Solomon chuckled as he read the phrase on the coffee mug. "I was climbing sand dunes in the Sahara long before these punks were even born."
Yugi's brow furrowed. "Aren't you mad, Grandpa?" he asked.
Solomon shook his head. "No, Yugi; once you get older, things like petty grudges cease to mean much."
Yugi didn't look convinced.
Face breaking out into a sheepish smile, Solomon admitted, "Besides, I don't know who sent it and it just wouldn't feel right going after someone who's innocent."
Yugi giggled, reassured now that his grandpa wasn't prevaricating. "Okay, Grandpa; if you're sure."
Nodding, Solomon said, "I'm sure, Yugi."
"No matter how old you get, I'll always love you, Grandpa," Yugi said seriously, wrapping himself around the older man in a fierce hug.
"I know, son; I feel the same way," Solomon replied warmly, returning the hug just as fiercely.
Hearing the bell over the shop door ring, Yugi said, "I'd better go see who it is." He pulled away and tossed a last grin over his shoulder before heading out front.
After the sound of his grandson's footsteps had receded down the hall, Solomon smirked. "Age and treachery will overcome youth and skill every time," he said smugly. He would have felt guilt about lying to his grandson; but then, he wasn't going after someone 'innocent'.
Innocent of this particular crime, maybe…
Chuckling under his breath, Solomon finished addressing the envelope. "Teach him to tear up my Blue Eyes, ne?"